Dilantha Gunawardana


A Chilled Coca Cola


A heralded body of liquor
An apical concoction in carbonated water
A therapeutic miracle to what rests
Sweat-dampened and sun-tanned

A bottle with sultry lips
And voluptuous hips
Which is perpetuated in fables
And channeled through cables

Perennial hybrid
Of coca leaves and cola nuts
A fusion which quenches the thirst
And appeases the tongue

Devotee to ice
In a heavenly marriage of fire
As dewdrops of fizzy treacle
Colonize pastures of taste

Spawned from a concocted tonic
A pharmacist’s elixir
Yet to the common man's lips
She rests the nectar of bliss

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

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